Su Wen also felt it was rather strange, but no reaction was a good thing—it meant no suffering.
"Then I'm relieved."
"Hurry, I need to get dressed." Su Wen was still in her pajamas! She wanted to shoo someone out so she could change.
Unfortunately, Zhou Hengyang had no intention of leaving at all. "I can help you change."
"No need, I can do it myself." Su Wen felt embarrassed to let him help her change.
"I've seen everything I should and shouldn't have, touched everything—what's there to be embarrassed about?" The man said candidly, standing up to choose clothes for his wife from the wardrobe. Su Wen's wardrobe was huge, with four doors swinging open, and all of her winter clothes were neatly hung.
Su Wen sat on the bed completely taken aback, "This neat?" She wasn't a slob, but she definitely didn't have OCD. Her room was usually clean, but she also liked to throw things around.
The wardrobe had never been this tidy before.
"You organized this?"
